I know I look like death ‘cause I’m on crystal meth and acid.
I really feel very placid. I think I’ll do some more.
I need this energy to be the centerpiece of being
And to see the things worth seeing that I could not before.
Then, I won’t feel so inferior
And living won’t just be a chore
And just who am I living?
Fortunately, I don’t have to know.
I’m not an addict yet (you are) I’m just an aggregate of substance (I’m in the needle, looking in) I didn’t vomit in the tub since (you can’t do Oxycontin here) your Mom’s last birthday bash (packin’ the bags)
And now I’m hard again. You in that cardigan is heaven.
Hey baby, you’re a solid seven. I’d like to give you cash.
All you have to do is shake that ass.
Why do you say I have no class?
Why do you speak with such a passion?
Lucky, I don’t have to know.